The last couple of years, birds have built a nest right above my front door. I LOVE my birds. I'm obsessed with watching for them and listening to them cheep-cheep-cheep every time the mommy or daddy come to feed them (although I don't love their feces-encrusted nest).
When I saw them getting ready to fly, I watched even closer waiting for that moment when they would jump out of the nest. I could tell one was getting ready to go, so I ran in and grabbed my camera. Go baby bird, go!
You can't see it here, but one of those blurs is my baby bird after he took off just a second after I took the last photo. Hooray!
And then it happened. What is "it"? "It" is Mother Nature and her cruel ways. Little did I know that I gynormous blue jay was just sitting there waiting for my sweet baby bird and the second it landed in the tree, the blue jay attacked it. The mom and dad bird tried to help it, and I did all I could considering I had a baby in my arms (yes, I was completely overly emotional about it considering that fact) and a camera, and they were too high. But within a minute my baby bird was dead on my neighbors yard. I was crushed. I cried. It really was too cruel. That whole "circle of life" is crap.
Eventually all of the birds left the nest, hopefully to a better fate. I was too jaded about the whole thing and couldn't get too involved. After I was sure they were all gone, I cleaned off their nest that was taunting my pain and decided to move on.
And then, wouldn't you know it, there was a flurry of activity outside my door one day, and I looked out to find my mommy and daddy house finches going back to work building this:
I didn't have the heart to evict them. There must be some eggs in the nest, because the mommy bird is there all day and the daddy bird brings her food. She sings a loud, pretty song whenever he comes to feed her. I know I'm just setting myself up to get hurt again, but I can't resist watching this sweet little pair of God's creations. Hopefully Mother Nature is more kind this time around.
6 comments:
I don't even have words. That is bad. Really bad.
That was heartbreaking.
Now I feel guilty for all the times I ruined the nest building attempts inside my barbecue grill-- we could have gone with barbecues all summer.
That may be the saddest thing I have ever read.
Rotten Blue Jay! Better luck to your new nesters. My sister-in-law has a nest above her door, too, and we are all fascinated by the sweet little birds. I am no expert when it comes to the world of birds, but I would have to think that they could just leave each other alone! Go find a nice worm instead.
Yeah, that Blue Jay is rotten.
Very sad! For some reasons, the birds love ALL my planters and flower pots this year. It's like we've opened a maternity ward or something. At first it was sweet and kinda cute. But after the first family started inviting friends, it was less charming. I now have HUGE gaps in my once beautiful flowers from where they've set up house and smothered my plants. I've started tossing empty nests out of my pots. Unfortunately, this isn't always enough to evict the tenants.
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